UMER QURESHI

UMER QURESHI

THE PERFECT MASTERPIECE

Is there any revolutionist out there who can spill some write;

Step on my shoulders and take a flight;

Take it to heavens above & initiate this fight;

Or write something for me that takes me high;

I'm not talking about feet and inches, I'm talking about the sky;

That can give me wings so that I can fly;

So this plea knocks at the doors of firmament;

And somehow it finds a way to spit all its vent;

Write something which can argue with the heavens to plea our case;

May extract from heavens the last scribble containing humanity trace;

There might be some other product available there,other than sorrow;

Might be some happiness there, which we can borrow;

There still might be some left over traces of humanity available;

To present there as an evidence, lets hope the case is still bailable;

Write something that will awake this youth;

& somehow distract them from their smartphone's booth;

I'm not talking about their inner spirituality;

I'm asking for much less, just some pain for humanity;

Just something beyond our fake cloaks of vanity;

Running out of time!!!

You have no idea how much is at stake;

Must write something that even skies will shake;

Lets make a last try for our piece of land that has already been god forsaken;

To redeem something that belonged to humans that has for long been taken;

We all might be asleep, but last hope is this pen, which has for long been awaken;

I can feel the ink inside trembling, that has for long been shaken;

So i'm gonna keep on trying unless I get the perfect masterpiece till my demise;

& someday you'll admit Rumi was twice and this guy was thrice the wise;

Or may be the answer is not up in the skies;

May be its in the mirror, we just have to look in the eyes;

May be the answer lies somewhere deep down;

May be we lost everything here that once used to be humans town.

Umer Qureshi